Not to be cliche or overly sentimental, but I had a really hard time with the first day of school this year. My first baby started kindergarten, and as I dropped her off at her classroom, my brain sort of refused to process what I was doing. It seemed like child abandonment to leave her there, because it still feels like she should be an infant.
I remember her birth so clearly. . . .
The moment she was born is forever fixed in my mind as moment of intense, glorious light. I had labored for nearly three days, and I was exhausted. I neared the end of my labor as the sun came up on the third day, and she was born into the light of a brilliant autumn day.The sun poured down on me and my baby girl, and the relief and joy was so intense that I felt like Jesus might have felt on the morning of the Resurrection. My midwife laid her on my chest, and when she opened her eyes to look at me I was happier than I had ever been in my life.
This September morning is as bright and beautiful as the day she was born, and as I hug her to my chest at the kindergarten door, I love her even more than I did the first moment I laid eyes on her. This moment is a little like birth: a new beginning that causes me some pain, but also full of joy, pride and overwhelming love.